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[Genrewriter]

*Later, 008 places the bit of metal on the table in front of 009.*

008: I'm not certain but it looks like some sort of transmitting device. When that guy shot me, he must have wanted to infect, not kill.

009: But how-

008: They were only there to kill my contact, otherwise I'd have been shot in the face. I think the transmitter has the virus implanted within. That explains why when we were getting close things suddenly went haywire. It also explains why we've been the only ones infected thus far.

009: But that would mean that we all have this thing inside us.

008: Exactly. We need to get to a hospital, use the x-ray machine. There's no telling where the damn things got in. We've been shot at quite a bit lately.

*008 sighs, sitting down and pouring himself a drink.*

008: We'll wait until 002 and 004 are done.

*009 nods and glances at the hallway.*

[Xenobia]

*Back in 003's room*

002: I am going to stay here. I trust you guys to behave like gentleman, and still get the truth out of her.

-- Xenobia

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 looks at her. His face is totally gone to stone. It almost sends a shiver down 003's spine.

Trust?

Careful with that word, 002.

*004 gives Asiaq the injection*

Not oart of MI6 handbook.

Hope your not squemish.

[Xenobia]

002: No, not squeamish. But armed and dangerous if I see something I don't like.

-- Xenobia

[Matt O'S oo4]

Keep your peace and your piece ready.

Just in case.

*Checks her eyes.*

Almost ready.

John. Are you ready?

[Bryce (003)]

Listen, she knows me.....I'd like to be the first one she responds to.

Keep the antidote handy. I don't want her going into shock.

*gestures*

Load her up.

[Genrewriter]

*008 stands and takes out his cell phone.*

008: 008 here, put me through to Dr. Warmflash's office. Scrambler 2.

*008 goes to the window and looks out at the view as he waits.*

008: Molly? It's 008. Listen, did they ever find 00*'s body? Good. Was there an autopsy done? Right, tell me something. Did they find any strange bits of metal?

*008's face tightens as he goes to the desk and takes out a pen and a pad of paper.*

008: Right, I understand. Any possible countermeasures?...Keep working on it, darling. Call me as soon as you get anything.

*008 hangs up and goes to 009.*

008: Looks like we might have something. That bit of metal was also found inside of 00* when he was brought back home.

009: Well, that's something.

008: Yeah, Molly says that whatever infected us can be either transmitted through the air, or by one of those transmitting devoces. She analysed it as well.

009: What did she come up with?

008: Well, it looks like there's a remote homing unit. The only problem is that once the transmitter hits the open air, the homer is scrambled to avoid tracking.

*009 sighs.*

009: Alright, what do we do now?

008: Wait for the others to finish up, brief them and then move on from there. You got a deck of cards handy?

*009 laughs shortly and goes to 004's bag, getting a deck of cards.*

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 puts the card on the table*

You're going to wish you were never born, mate.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Looking into her eyes with a small pen light.

Now, Bryce.

The drug has reached the saturation point.

No better time....

Talk to her.

[Joyce Carrington]

009, winning another round: Hmm? What did I tell you?

*008 looks at the amount of five pound notes on 009's side of the table*

008: Please, kill me, kill me now!

009: Oh, surely it isn't THAT bad? *grins*

008: I think I'll check what 003 and 004 are doing.

009: Good idea.

*she follows him to Bryce's room*

009: How are we doing, guys?

[Matt O'S oo4]

004 signals 002 and the two fo them step back an allow 003 to move in closer.

004: Ever had to do this kind of thing before?

002: Only at dinner parties. *004 gives her a look that begins with "Surprise" and ends with "Enough Already"* No, it's not one of my usual activities.

004: Hm. Tricky stuff, this sodium pentothal. You never know how any given subject will react.

[Genrewriter]

*008 looks to 009 and whispers to her.*

008: By the way, thanks for letting me keep my shirt.

009: Don't mention it.

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Always glad to rob... I mean, HELP a friend.

*quickly hides cards that almost fall out of her sleeve*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Alright already 003.

What is the verdict?

[Matt O'S oo4]

C'mon John snap out of it.

Did she drug YOU or WHAT?

Time to finnaly get the truth out of her.

Or do you need us to....uh....leave the room?

[Genrewriter]

*008 steps out of the room as his phone rings.*

008: Yeah?...Hey, Molly...Yeah, I got it...Right. Thanks.

*008 sighs and goes back to the room.*

008: Joyce?

*009 exits the room and follows 008 into the hall.*

009: What did you get?

008: That was Molly. She's sending some information over to the MI6 safehouse here. I'm going out to pick it up.

009: Want me to go with you.

008: No, I need to do this alone.

009: But-

008: No buts. Look, we have been exposed to a highly virulent toxin that affects the mind and so far, I'm the only one who's 100% alright at the moment. Let the others know where I'm going and radio me if anything happens with this interrogation. Got it?

*009 nods.*

008: Thank you.

*008 goes back to his room and loads his gun. He pauses, taking the transmitter with him as he leaves.*

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 sighs as she watches him leave*

Stubborn bastard.

A nice bastard though.

*heads back to 003's suite*

Listen, people. 008 is out to do some research on the weird toxin transmitter thingy. We need to make sure the girl gets talking.

Now.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Would you like to do the honors, Joyce?

The drug seems to have fully taken effect....

Are you game?

[Joyce Carrington]

Are you sure you want to involve me in this?

*sighs*

You asked for it.

*goes over to Asiaq*

*slaps her in the face*

Wake up.

*slaps her harder*

WAKE UP!

*pulls her up by her hair*

WAKE UP!

*stares at the faces of 003, 004 and 002*

What?

[Matt O'S oo4]

I love to watch a pro work.

(004 looks at her and sounds very passionate) You've done this before haven't you?

[Genrewriter]

*008 takes a taxi and goes up to a road just outsider a forest.*

008: Stop here.

Driver: Here?

008: You get paid either way.

*The driver stops and 008 pays the fare. He hike into the forest until he comes to a cabin, Out front sits a sparkling brand new Vanquish. 008 goes to the door and opens a panel under tha mailbox. He types in a code and the door opens.*

*Inside, 008 finds a bank of computers and a satchel sitting in a chair. As he approaches, he freezes at the sound of a gun being loaded. 008 turns and exhales as a Techie puts his gun down.*

T: You could have called.

008: Actually, not really. Here, take a look at this.

*008 tosses the transmitter to the techie.*

008: Careful, I need it in one piece.

T: Yes, sir. It's been a fairly interesting day so far. Agent 111 checked in, seems a friend of his tried to kill him. MI6 is talking to him right now. He seems to think there's an insider.

008: Hmm, interesting.

*008 begins to look through the satchel, pulling out a file folder.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce watch alarm softly beeps*

Matt, give her 3cc's of the amytal. NOW.

*Looks at 009*

I was going to suggest we sit her up for circulation, but I think you handled it rather well.....

*looks to 004*

I love the touch of a good woman on a bad woman.

*winks*

[Joyce Carrington]

*looks at him*

Yeah...

*frowns*

What, do you... like... that?

Ahem.

*notices 002 and 003 staring at them*

*looks at 004*

Forget it, sweetie.

*pulls Asiaq by her hair again*

SPEAK!

[Matt O'S oo4]

3cc's it is.

I really don't want to interupt your....uh....work my dear, BUT, stand down for just a second.

004 administers the drug.

(Looks ar 009) As you were...

(Looks at 003) How about that Bears game?

[Bryce (003)]

Let's see if she stirs. Clear out everyone, leave the door open.

*checks her pulse and places anti-toxin injector on bed stand*

Asiaq....C'mon luv...

[Matt O'S oo4]

Joyce and I will be in my room.

003 looks at him.

No worries.

We'll be quiet.

Right dear?

[Xenobia]

002: If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you in London. I suggest we ALL wait in the Living room. That way if G calls, we can put the call on speaker and hear the latest news.

*nods in Asiaq's direction*

002: She's not going anywhere.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

*looks at 002*

Does the living room has um... Scotch?

[Genrewriter]

*008 finishes reading the file and glances over as the techie reenters.*

T: Looks like the virus is transmitted from a chamber on the underside.

008: And heat activates it so the only way to find out where it comes from would be to inject it into somebody.

T: Exactly.

*008 frowns.*

008: Exactly. Is there a bathroom in here?

T: Yeah, in the back.

*008 walks to the bathroom and looks in the mirror. His PDA begins to beep and a message from MI6 comes up. "008, 111 REPORTS MOLE, USE CAUTION." 008 nods as the techie appears in the doorway.*

008: So who do you really work for?

T: What?

*008 turns as the techie attacks with a syringe. He dodges the man's attack and smashes him into the sink. 008 runs out and sees a red light flashing on one of the consoles. The sound of approaching trucks can be heard.*

008: Great.

*Suddenly, the techie attacks from behind. 008 turns and smashes the man headfirst into a computer screen. He grabs the satchel and heads fopr the Vanquish.*

*Outside, two trucks barrel through the trees towards the cdabin. 008 fires at them, shredding the front tires of one. The truck crashes into a tree. The second truck stops and a man steps out. 008 shoots him in the chest and rifles through his pockets. He comes up with a wallet containing several business cards. 008 grins and pockets thewallet, taking out his phone at the same time.*

008: 008 to MI6, Alaskan safehouse fatally compromised. Am in the process of eliminating the evidence. Radio me or 009, 2, 3, or 4 if 111's lead pays off. Over and out.

*008 gets into the Vanquish and drives off, firing a missile that destroys the safehouse.*

[Xenobia]

Meantime, back at the hotel room:

Originally posted by JoyceCarrington
*looks at 002*

Does the living room has um... Scotch?

002: *rolls her eyes* If John Bryce took care of the arrangements, every room, including the loo, will have Scotch in it.

*pause*

002: When did G say he would check in?

-- Xenobia